To The Married Poem by OMOYAJOWO OLAOLUWA
To The Married
I have to bow to negate row
Am fair, that i dance not in fear
I wore fear to make straight the fair
The pulse seems low, but i eat pulses
Aisle to the altar marriage not a butter
Has my sight loose not the right site
I know her like no one
While has things suddenly go asunder
Am right i did the rite
In the stairs of life she stares me off
Is the union a bed of rosses?
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